Hey this Your Intelligence, letting you know that I have published a new story, which is the polar opposite of this story. It's called "Five Nights With You (Reader X Various), and I would appreciate if you could give a drop by. Other than that, I do have a few things planned for the future, at let me say that the second to last chapter will be sweet. Don't worry though, that's nowhere close! Anyways, to the show!

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Chapter 6 (The Second Night)

Bonnie

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Bonnie remembered what he did the night before. He didn't feel bad however, because he did the right thing. After all, it was against the rules to be out of costume. He saw the light flick on above him, Chica, and that accursed bear. He decided that he would avenge Foxy, after all he didn't want his death to be for nothing. But, the light was on, and for now it was time for him to go. He moved from the stage into the dining area, where he glanced at Pirate Cove. "Soon my friend. Soon." He then moved to the west hall. The camera didn't seem to be watching this area that much, so he moved into the supply closet.

The actual closet part held nothing much of use, apart from miscellaneous supplies and toilet plungers. A red light flicked on, lighting up Bonnie's face. "Shoot, and it was going so well too." Bonnie looked into the camera, analyzing the watcher. Did he see...Mike? It was a skeleton resembling Mike anyways, and Bonnie decided he would go easy on skeleton-Mike, for old-or rather new times sake. He felt like he knew Mike, yet couldn't quite put his finger on where he knew him from. He moved to the doorway, and saw skeleton-Mike in the room. "Ok, now all I don't need is a sudden fla-" Bonnie got about that far before that forsaken light illuminated him once again. "God, dangit."

The next thing he knew, a thick steel door was pressed against his nose. "When did these get here? The skeletons must have put these in during the day. Well, can't get anywhere now, might as well go back to the closet." Bonnie thought all these things with a face-full of door. He retreated back to the closet, and decided to check on Chica. It's not like he liked her, he just felt a special connection to her that WASN'T LOVE, just a connection very similar to love that ISN'T LOVE. He walked over to the dining room. Something felt...off. He felt like he was being watched, but the feeling of a more realistic pair of eyes was watching him.

He looked around the room, and he met the gaze of two white dots in the darkness. It was Freddy. Bonnie didn't know where his eyes had gone, but all that was left of them were two glowing points of light in the overwhelming darkness. Freddy winked at him, then faded into the darkness, only leaving a faint echo of light, before even that was swallowed by the complete and utter blackness. He heard the sound of crashing, and he guessed Chica was in the kitchen madly hungry again. Satisfied, he made his way to the security room again, only to have another flash of light and another door slammed in his face. "Geh, this is getting repetitive." This continued for about five hours.

At this point Bonnie was very sick of this. He was in the dining room, and was very sick of this whole situation. If only he could be in two places at once. "Hmmm…" Bonnie thought. He thought of the west hall directly outside of the door. A sudden burst of static covered his vision, and suddenly he was outside the door. "This is gonna be usefull. Unfortunately I won't remember any of this in the morning." Skeleton-Mike seemed to be frantically searching through the cameras, probably searching for Bonnie. He turned his head to check the east hall, and Bonnie took the opportunity to slip into the office and behind Skeleton-Mike.

The office was just as he remembered, albeit slightly darker. Skeleton-Mike was still looking at the east hall; Bonnie punched a hole in the wall, cutting off the power to the west door and light. The actual punch was fairly quiet, blending in with the hum of the fluorescent light. Skeleton-Mike tried to check the door, was found it to be quite impossible. Now all Bonnie needed was to wait, wait for Skeleton-Mike to slip up. A simple raising of the tablet would be all it would take. Bonnie started to contemplate his thoughts on Chica when the clock struck six. "Frick."

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"Why am I in the security office? Why am I behind Mike? Why is there a hole in the wall?!" Bonnie thought all these things before Mike turned around.

Chica

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"Now where was I? Oh yeah, just starving to death." Chica had exhausted the kitchen's seemingly limitless supply of food, and was in dire need of something to eat. She was digging around in the cupboards, looking for something, anything to eat. Something catches her eye. A piece of pizza that had slipped the grasp of the janitor lay in the corner. She rushed over to it and quickly scarfed it down, pepperony fell into the segments of her suit, but she payed no mind to it. She moved out from the kitchen to the security room, when suddenly an ear shattering scream ripped through the peaceful tranquility. She rushed to the security room to find Mike brandishing a hat rack in front of him. "S-Stay back you stupid bunny…" Bonnie of course couldn't respond because he was around a person right now. Mike then noticed Chica in the doorway. "Screw this, I'm going home." He walked past Chica cautiously, flicking her as he walked past, and then booked it to the door. "That was mean." said Bonnie as Mike left. "I'm gonna punch him in the flippin' face…" Chica grumbled as she moved to the door. Bonnie quickly caught her as she moved out. "Chica, you won't get anywhere by going out there, just wait till tomorrow when he comes back." Bonnie told Chica affectionately. Chica stopped suddenly. "Something the matter Chica?" He asked, the same affection tinting his voice. She slowly turned towards him, with a smirk on her beak.

"Bonnie? Do you...like me?" Bonnie froze up, and his cheeks started to glow with heat. "W-what d-do y-y-you mean?" Bonnie stuttered out. Chica chuckled. "Oh come on. It's as obvious as the nose on your face." "Um I s-should go." Bonnie turned away but was swiftly turned around by Chica. "If you want me that bad you could just ask~" Chica moved a little closer. Bonnie's face glowed brighter. "Um I really don't know what you mean and I should really be going-" Chica smiled. "You're even cuter when you're nervous." Chica moved closer, until she was almost touching Bonnie. "Um Chica? You're a little close…" "Oh shut up." And Chica kissed Bonnie. She didn't know exactly how it worked with a beak, but it still seemed to have the desired effect. Bonnie's eyes darted around rapidly, looking for something, but he eventually gave in and leaned into the kiss. Time seemed to melt away, and they kissed for ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity of happiness. Chica eventually leaned out. Bonnie seemed lost in his own mind, a slap-happy grin plastered across his face. "See you around cutie~" Chica winked and walked away, leaving Bonnie to himself. She walked to the kitchen, and started to dig through the pots. She felt a tap on her shoulder. "Jeez, didn't expect you to come back so fast cutie~"She turned around, only not seeing Bonnie but Freddy, a strangely evil grin covering his face. "Oh crap sorry. What's up Freddy?" Freddy started to laugh, then in a deep, deep, evil voice simply said "Want to see how to take off your head?"

Mike

"Why did I even take this job?" Sure Mike was low on money, but he didn't want to go back to that place again. Not only was the night terrifying, but he also had a certain history with that building. He opened the front door of his apartment, and was greeted with a gust of hot wind. "Oh that's right. I don't have air conditioning." He walked into the oven he called home, and made his way to the couch. He passed by a few rooms, first the bathroom, his room, then...that room. Mike hated that room after what he had been through. It was of course the only thing he got after the divorce, and he eventually had to lose that to. Mike sometimes felt the universe was out to get him, but he told himself that vast entities such as the universe didn't care about something as small as him. He stepped into the room, for old times sake.

Purple wallpaper shrouded the cracked concrete wall, peeling away in some places. He sure did like purple, now it was just Mike least favorite color, though somewhere it was also his favorite color. A small bed lay across the wall, everything else in the room was bare. The bed was covered in a transformers duibe. He sure did love transformers. Mike walked out of the room, unable to take the horrible memories any longer. He walked to the couch, and fell onto it with a thunk. It had been about three days now since the incident. He didn't know why he had gone back, maybe he was just that desperate for money, maybe he just wanted to see if he could change anything. Mike's head fell into his hands, his red hair tumbling over his hands. It had been a normal day, when he had begged Mike to go to Freddy's. Mike's response was "Sure sport, I would do anything for you." They went to Freddy's and enjoyed themselves. Then he disappeared of the face of the earth. "God why didn't I watch him closer!?" Mike punched himself in the head. The police didn't know what to do, it was as if he hadn't existed at all. They couldn't even find a scrap of his shirt.

The police searched for three days, each day passed as a living torture for Mike. Eventually they had to call of the search. They hadn't even found a body for the funeral. Mike laid down on the couch, crying softly into his hands. He cried until he was out of tears. He stayed that way, not sleeping, not eating, until about four in the afternoon. He felt like he was going to die of hunger, but a sap like him didn't deserve food. He knew he had to go to work, but he just felt like staying on the couch and dying. He eventually got up, and walked to the door. He had lost everything, his heat, his wife, and him, He looked at himself in the mirror, a man with truly nothing else to lose.

Freddy

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Hey, this is Your Intelligence, telling you that I won't be able to keep it up for much longer, but we still have three chapters ahead of us! I hope you like this, and leave me a message or review saying what you think is happening!

Sincerely, Your Intelligence.